Baby Steps

Well, for the first time in a couple of weeks, it seems like we're making progress on getting into the new house.  We've been doing everything we're supposed to to keep the process rolling.  But that apparently isn't enough.  We've been stalled for weeks waiting to get a signed contract from the sellers of the place we're buying.  The signed contract is very important for so many reasons.  It means they're legally agreeing to sell it to us.  It's something the bank needs to finalize the mortgage.  And it's something that we've been unable to obtain.  Needless to say, the amount of stress in this house has been at an all-time high.  Every day we've been forced to wait meant that we'd start making a little more noise.  And a little more noise.  And a little more noise.  The noise finally paid off.  Turns out the relocation company the sellers are using were waiting for one more form from us before they'd release the contract.  That's all fine and dandy, but it's a form no one knew about and they never, ever mentioned.  But it's done.  We may have lost a couple of weeks waiting, but it now appears we are back on target of when we have to be out of here and when we want to be in the new place.  It's been incredibly hard to stay positive the last couple of weeks, but I'm really surprised that I've been able to keep it together as well as I have.  It hasn't come without a price, though.  The more I've been trying to keep it together, the more I've been shutting down other parts of my life.  As I've mentioned before, my socializing (real life and online) is at an all-time low.  When I do manage to have a little quiet time on the computer, I just sit there and play Bejeweled Blitz mindlessly.  I just have a couple more weeks to get through and, in theory, I can have my life back.

And if the new house hasn't been doing it's best to kill me, the old house has decided to join in the fun.  Last night Ken and I were going through things in the basement.  Without thinking about it, I stood up and went to go to another part of the basement when I ended up crouched down on the floor.  I managed to slam my head into one of the ceiling joists.  I saw stars, I got dizzy and I've got a headache.  I'm pretty sure I've given myself a mild concussion.  Just what I need, right?

1 comment:

Kimichi Tsuzuku said...

I work for the Mortgage division of a local Bank.

No matter how hard we try, there are always some forms that get missed or we can't get ahold of one or more parties to sign $hit and end up looking like the bad guys.

You know what kind of paperwork any state bureaucracy generates, now add in all the Bank's paranoia about keepin' the money coming and that's generally what goes on behind the scenes.

I hope you got the [insert string of profanities] Homebuyer tax credit or something similar.